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Once upon a yearbook

Part two

Peter or Spiderman should I say was web swinging throw the buildings of New York when his wristwatch started to beep.

(Oh crap I forgot all about my lunch with that summers kid) Peter went back to were he left his cloths which so luckily happened to be a block away from the café.

Scott looked at his watch and wondered if he was going to show up at all, he didn't know how dependable this Parker fellow was and if he was one of those artiste people that seem to roam around the campus cussing at everyone and saying how horrible this planet is. Well, Peter didn't seem like the type, (oh is that him running up.)

"Sorry I'm late I got caught up at work." True his work involved kick some serious ass but work none the less.

"Oh if you have a job you should have said we could have done this another time."

"No its ok I'm just a freelance photographer for the newspaper, I only take pictures of Spiderman anyways and I couldn't find him so."

"Pictures of Spiderman, the ones in the Daily Bugle, those are the coolest pictures, how do you get so close up?"

"Ok I'll tell you a secret, I'm Spiderman's best friend." Scott just stared at him. "What I'm serious I know him personally."

"Sure thing Parker what ever you say lets just concentrate on the assignment shall we. I was thinking maybe a picture of the water at sunset, or the moon or something." As Scott continued to speak Peter was just watching, watching his mouth move the way his lips curled as he said 'like' and how it puckered when his said 'or', "what do I have something on my face?"

"No, I was just wondering, why do you always wear those glasses?" Peter didn't really know what else to say he didn't what Scott to notice he was staring at his mouth.

"I have an eye condition; The Professor that I live with created these for me."

"You live with a professor?"

"Yeah, in Westchester."

"And you came all the way over here, we could have might some were a bit closer to you so you didn't have to go all the way back home."

"It's ok I have to come out here all the time anyways, some of the other students that live there come here for other things so, I take them home when its time and drop off the others when I need to come back." Scott waved down the waitress a young girl with wavy dark brown hair "Come here I want introduce you to someone."

The girl sauntered over making it very obvious that she like to have all eyes on her.

"Yes Scott?"

"Parker this is Katherine Pyrde, Kitty, Peter Parker"

"Good afternoon Miss. Pyred."

"Oh Peter you don't have to call me Miss, I'm like way younger then you are."

"Well in that case I suppose I should just call you Katherine."

"Oh God no, only my grandmother calls me that, call me Kitty, everybody else does."

She walks back over to the bar grabs something and walks back to the boys, "Do you like Cheese Danishes, Scott sewers by them."

"Yeah thanks, how much?" Peter began to unwrap the treat.

"Don't worry about it I get them for free, just don't tell the others especially Kurt."

"Oh yeah I haven't introduced him to them yet."

"Well I guess you'll meet them later."

Peter looked at them, both had a smile on there face.

"What, do I have something on me face?" Peter started to wipe his face franticly.

"Well actually," Scott picked a napkin of the table and dipped it his water, leaned over and wiped a bit of cheese off of the corner if his mouth "you do."

Peter's spider-sense went off, with speed only he had he jumped out of his seat and pushed Scott to the floor as Car containing smoke bomb flew through the glass window.

Large men stormed in and started yelling "Get the mutant and lets get out of here." The men walked over to were Kitty was laying but Peter couldn't move, and it sounded like Scott couldn't as well, Scott made groaning noises under him.

"Don't try to move Scott that was paralyzing gas it will wear off soon."

"Kitty..." Scott groaned

"There isn't much we can do at the moment, just try to stay calm."

A few minutes later Peter could move his legs then his arms so he got off of Scott who still couldn't move, Peter assumed that no one else could move ether, "Scott I'm going to go get help, I'll be right back."

Peter ran out of the little café and into a phone both he dialed 911, and told them what happed, he ran back in to the café and Scott was sitting up, others were starting to move as well.

"Peter, we have to help Kitty." Scott looked worried well as worried as someone with sunglasses can look.

"I know and we will, but first we should take you home because you could get really sick from the toxic gas." Peter helped Scott up and walked to Scott's car. "I guess I have to drive seeing as you can't move your legs."

"Do you have your license?" Scott being totally anal about his car.

"No, but do you have a better idea." Peter put his seat belt on and a started the car.

"I guess not," Scott put on his seat belt "But the second I have control of my legs I'm driving."

"Sure, if you don't throw up first." Peter said noticing the greenish tone to Scott's face.

"Why aren't you getting sick?" Scott was starting to get suspicious about who Peter really was.

"I also have advanced chemistry as one of my classes and I hade to make one for uh, class project." Peter could tell this wasn't working "ok, my teacher was a pretty big nut and he trued into some human croc thing and I hade to make a quick gas to get away before Spiderman showed up."

"So are you and Spiderman really friends." Peter nodded "Then you can get him to help and we won't have to go back to my house."

"I don't….um you could get really sick," He looked at Scott the look on his face made him want to do anything to help "Fine on two conditions"

"Anything."

"One you tell me everything so I can help," Scott nodded "and two you stop making that face."

Scott wanted to laugh "Ok"

Scott explained to Peter all about mutants and the school, Peter hadn't said anything the whole way to the mansion. "Peter I….I" Scott leaned over the side of the car and throw up.

"For a mutant you sure can't handle a little poison gas." Peter mused at his own wit.

Scott pulled out a water bottle from the glove compartment and wash-out his mouth he didn't really like throwing up always left a bad taste in his mouth.

"So, Peter will you help me?" Scott looked at the young man the rose colored glasses will ruby anyways, hoping he would say yes.

"Well I don't have much of a choice, but don't you think we should let the others know that she was taken.

"Yeah ok, make a left here."

Author's note: I'm not sure the direction I'm going to go with this but there will be plenty of hocking up.